Welcome fellow exhausted being; If you too spend your days covered in some sort of small person fluid, lie about the time, bank on them not being able to read, shout ‘FFS!’ into your pillow, say repeatedly ‘i’m very cross’ just like your mother used to, then you’re with good company. This is where the mums gather who never read the books, and thought that much like that job interview in 2005, we could simply just wing it. Welcome to Mummy Needs Gin, a random rambling of the disasters of flying-by-the-seat-of-your-support-pants parenting. Hope it reads funnier than it feels!

Gabriella x